The one thing I forgot at home on this trip
was my toothbrush and toothpaste.
We joke and laugh while playing corn hole, but are scared of losing
and being laughed at.
Lightning flashes like bulbs behind the clouds across the bay.
I hear the birds for the first time in a year while running in the woods.
And I remember I haven’t written you a poem in a long time, and
am grateful to call you a friend.
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